I get so very p.o.’d (see I’m trying to be polite). I am trying to act normal and do normal things and then this blasted little nerve pops up and says “ha ha, you think you can enjoy the day and do things like normal people – think again, Terrie”.
I am so happy my car has had almost a complete makeover (from my perspective anyway) – I’ll try to take a picture tomorrow to show you. New bumpers, new headlamps (I had the guy Friday put in a new passenger side one to make them look even), new front end “stuff” (under the car so I have no idea what was done but it sure has made a difference, and then yesterday FOUR NEW tires!!!! It rides like new. So today I started cleaning it out. Not an easy task and one I won’t spend a lot of time on. It’s 12 years old and I’ve used it for my runs and my dogs. So, there is only so much I can do. Tomorrow I’ll work some more on it.
But the pain was bad enough that I had to take a Tramadol darn it. Even with cussing like a drunken sailor, the pain stopped me from bending over and doing things. I am thinking of trying a chiropractor to see if there are any thoracic alignment issues that might, when fixed, help the nerve heal some.
Just wanted to tell you I was living up to my Navy reputation!
Happy 4th of July everyone.